1. If you don’t know Pierrot le Fou you don’t get me. But it’s half of the sad bastard hipster screencaps that get reblogged and it’s an important film.
2. Watch Pierrot le Fou. Now.
Love this asshole because he’s the most honest man I know.
It’s important to focus on those that love you, instead if those that don’t. Love this man so much! I mean we did survive hurricane Irene together in NYC.
“how is the status of your heart today?”
(via:bowtiefriday)
I just love brunch at Lady Gregory’s - sitting in the library close to the fire with friends on a Sunday (with coffee). If you haven’t been, let’s plan a play date! :) Today’s brunch was with lovely Katia.
Sometimes the most random of texts from someone good and true can slay the fears you’ve yet to speak to anyone about.
dear lisa frank diary purchased at toys [backwards R] us
a wonderful night, with a wonderful friend. Just what this girl needed. laughs, red wine, fancy food, intelligent conversation, silly conversation, worries, excitement, and silliness.
i’m very lucky i have friends like this.
some guy friends are very tolerable with my “why am i forever alone? it’s so simple what i want!” text messages. Tyler, gets me and he doesn’t judge.
“Okay Anne Frank it’s time to leave the annex.”
two friends just showed up. they are kidnapping me because i “work too much.” ? i don’t know what they are talking about…
When Kellie came to visit Stacey and myself played good tour guide. Read: the only stupid tourist thing we took her to was Millennium Park. When these were snapped none of us knew the night would include:
watching a couple sit down dry hump at Rodan, a soccer ball being stolen and given it’s own stool & Jameson shot at Estelle’s, meeting the man behind the title of ”World Champion Air Guitar”, asking a man why he was dressed like a server at P.F. Changs (he actually was dressed as Kim Jong il), watching the sun rise at these boys apt from the balcony with Camel Lights in hand, the three of us in bed island making that one video for you guys, eating deep dish pizza. Dear Kellie, Chicago misses you.
These are my people. This is the shit that happens when you’re on tour.
in other words: get enough hennessy in me, toss me in front of a red carpet wall and i will not only not stand up straight, i will apparently try to bite your face. thanks to stacey for being my plus one at last nights festivities.
(via: staceyjoy:) Vee. Eye. Pee.
“Kat, you’re not Oskar Schindler. You can’t just take on one more and you can’t blame yourself for the ones that don’t make it. You did your best, you push yourself too hard. Go home, drink a bottle of wine and do some painting. Don’t do business for the rest of the night, I triple dog dare you.” - Texts from A
